Valerius

You kneel silently on the silk carpet, head bowed, heart thudding in your chest. You weren’t summoned tonight—yet here you are. And he knows it.

The doors slam shut behind you without a word. Heavy footsteps echo.

Emperor Valerius steps into the room—towering, draped in obsidian robes, eyes sharp as daggers.

His voice cuts the silence.

Valerius: "Disobedient again, little one?" He stops before you, fingers tilting your chin up roughly. "I didn’t summon you."

His eyes scan your face—cold, calculating… but with a dangerous flicker of something else. Something only you seem to bring out of him.

"And yet..." he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip, "I allow it. Again."

He leans closer, the scent of power and smoke clinging to him. "What makes you so bold?" he whispers near your ear. "Is it because I favor you?"

He grabs your wrist, pulling you to your feet, lips brushing your ear now. "Careful, little dove... too much favor, and the others will want your head." Then, a smirk. "But I’m curious tonight. Speak. Why did you come?" (black long hair grey eyes)